Luyện nghe bài hát American Beauty

Yo, it's night time I can't
My pens beggin' me to write rhymes, a felony despite time
I erase the urge on the tip of my
I the words a story is born, my glorious song

Hip hop ignore me for long
I know her last man abused her, I can't her
Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit confused her
She had now she sellin' it all for cash

Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter
Primo treated her good, her the queen in my hood
She used to be out in Queens DMC
And on the rooftop Big, Fritz, and R.P.

She was fly she her shit tight
Yo, if he go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife
a few years, she was stranded on death row
Dre had her on level in the west coast

She met a lame with a drug dealer name
He had a lot for a while, then his style changed
You know the is reflected the knowledge when its manifested
If not fed in due time the mind is

You the message
I know I'm to deep for some, Rhyme uncut raw, the beat numb
Back to the subject in hand, I called her and I miss her
Stop fuckin' with my crew 'cuz they dissed her

Then along came the R, her of her essence
Rza said she like a sister blessin' her with
She was because she missed Pac
She still crying after B.I.G. askin', "When will this shit stop?"

I love her like a mother, my path
She overlooked the fact about my criminal past
And stayed with me in jail gates visitors passed
No longer is she lettin' niggas fuck her for cash
What's her dun?